Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.